Quotes About Emotions

Discouragement is disillusioned self-love, and

God holds the saints responsible for emotions they do not have and ought to have, as well as for the emotions they have allowed that they ought not to have allowed.

We tend to think that a little anxiety and worry are simply an indication of how wise we really are, yet it is actually a much better indication of just how wicked we are.

There will be experiences like this in each of our lives. We will have times of despair caused by real events in our lives, and we will be unable to lift ourselves out of them.

When a lovely flame dies,Smoke gets in your eyes.

She (Patricia Higsmith) was a mean, cruel, hard, unlovable, unloving human being…I could never penetrate how any human being could be that relentlessly ugly…. But her books? Brilliant.

Than to suppose that they like what is human and real, he means," said Beltran. "They don't care the least about that; they like a little broad farce, a little rough murder, and a little rosewater sentiment: anything more bothers them. They can't understand it.

Once again alone, my grief was unrestrained; so much so that the woman of the house came and hammered at the door and swore at me for a "dratted yelping beast," which only made my cries the louder. As several hours went on, however, and my solitude remained unbroken, I cried myself so hoarse that I was unable to emit any sort of sound at last; and thought I might as well vary my imprisonment by looking out of the casement.

But you see," Gladys murmured, with a strange sad tender smile upon her face, "I have had all my summer in my spring; it is all over now. There are nothing but the night and the winter. While you—you have had the "cold and the darkness first; your sun has yet to dawn.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from betraying guilt!

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails, And each by turns his aching heart assails.

Love is full of anxious fears.

Every lover is a warrior, and Cupid has his camps.

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

Love is a kind of warfare.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.

We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.